ElizabethR2007

Sitting in this trench
thinking why am i here?
fighting in this war,
leaving behind those who are dear
for most of us we know
that we won't be going back
reason why we fight,
those reasons are what we lack


waiting to go over the top
wondering why i am here,
makes my brain want to pop
thinking and thinking
there must be a point
not wanting to disappoint
they lie telling you everyone will be proud
but our voices won't be heard again
never again will they be loud
so now I'm going over
dieing for no good cause
as i go over, i step, i pause
but then i realize, i can't turn back now
then I hit the ground with forceful power
not knowing why or how

I sit here waiting,
waiting to die
I sit here wondering,
wondering why
I sit here thinking
trying not to cry